our drowning
we're drawn to our sea-side nature
for healing and pleasure;
soles on hot sand, toes dug into
cool layers;
waves applauding the shore begging
bodies for recompense;
furtive steps plashing timid,
as we drape ourselves
in false modesty
clutching an ocean of eros
inside-out.
Poem © R. Burnett Baker
Photo Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas, shared by Tess Kincaid.
the clarity and form of this piece are really well handled. I love the notion of "our sea-side selves", and of being drawn to something within ourselves. Nice write.
ReplyDeleteyep- we're drawn to our sea-side nature!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! Have a great day!
Lakes, oceans, rivers ... we are drawn instinctively ... back to the womb. Lovely poem, Rick.
ReplyDelete'clutching an ocean of eros inside out' ...this is such a gorgeous idea
ReplyDeletemade me think of Verigina Beach, for some reasons
ReplyDeleteLower Body Wrap
Wonderful and sensual!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
I imagined my toes in the sand, umbrella drink in my hand as I read this :)
ReplyDeleteI loved this: the waves applauding the shore, because, yes, they do that. And we are all drawn to our seaside nature. Wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteI am truly amazed how that painting has taken us venturing into new paths...
ReplyDeletepaint me in many hues, not just black
Clutching an ocean of Eros..what a depth to fall into..wow!!
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Ocean of Eros....I'd be more than happy to take the plunge!
ReplyDeleteVery nice..
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